He had a rangy-looking body, with wide shoulders and a torso that tapered into narrow hips and long legs. He was wearing heavy black boots, black jeans and a grey shirt under a brown leather duster that reached his knees. His hands were stuffed in the pockets. I quickly looked away when my stomach tightened with an exhilarating rush of attraction. Fine, sure, he was hot. Hunter was right. But there was still something off about him. Something not quite… right. He was also the only other human here besides me not wearing some kind of mask. Hunter had his, but I’d lost mine when the koleb
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